Two hundred plus days-
Melbourne has been separated.
Two hundred plus days.
Over half a year-
longing-
to be reunited.
Over half a year-
Saint Paul’s cathedral bells-
have sung a lonesome hymm-
Echoing empty streets.
Under the clocks of Flinders Street Station-
a shadowless shell of what was.
Two-hundred plus days-
Unable to hug our friends and family-
to comfort them-
To comfort us.
Two-hundred plus days-
and counting-
always counting.
We are suffering.
Lakeside view, pelicans glide along the stillness of the water. Damp sea grass taints the delicate breeze. Little dog taps along, sniffing and snuffing questionable things. Clouds flow above, breaking every now and then to let the sun sneak through. Jet skis buzz whilst the boats do hum. Rolling hills ever varying shades of green. Sea birds squawk and squirm in-between their daily hunt. Lakeside view. Always a tantalising scene you be.
He lays upon the same park bench-
everyday.
Day in/Day out.
His only sense of home-
belonging-
upon that one park bench.
He lays on his side-
always gazing upon the water fountain.
Such a calming scene for him-
A gentle lullaby he hears.
Upon such struggling times.
Here we go again-
around the Merry-go-round.
Repetitive, repetition.
Doors shut tight.
Curtains drawn shut.
No joyous sounds around.
No freedom out-and-about.
Timed.
Tired hearts-
empty company.
Let’s all hope.
Such is hope?
Dry hair. Humid air. Stillness canvases the night. Fan hums a serenade. Comforting, cooling, conquering the heat. Sleepy slumber, falling softly of to sleep. Dreams do come, this movie in the mind. Half asleep. Drifting softly. To yonder, I do wonder. Nightie night….
Jazzhop-
tea drops-
rain plots….ploddering along….sunken roof tops.
Bliss.
Be upon.
Dearest You….
Yes, you.
I compose to you-
In this written form.
That-
Where ever you may be-
Upon reading these words-
Canvassed out before you.
That you-
Yes-
You.
Have a Merry Christmas-
And-
Happy Holidays.
Although I have never met you-
You are important.
In the depths of my soul-
I sincerely hope-
That you-
Yes-
You.
Have blessed-
And-
Loving-
2021.
Love, Light & Sage Blessings,
-TLEofCassie
Man-made giants,
dull and grey-
casting shadows of despair.
Metal horses-
loud and piercing-
leaves a sickening scent in the air.
Structural discomfort.
Very unpleasing.
Sun rays seep through the canopies of the trees. As the lush green leaves sway elegantly dancing with the warm breeze.
The air is fresh without a taint of pollution, just the scent of gum leaves fills the air.
The birds whistle their song. A serenade to Mother Nature.
An array of butterflies tango with one another, flying from one flower to another.
The tranquil sound of a flowing creek echos through out, creating a peaceful ambiance. The water sparkles like a million diamonds as the sunlight warmly embraces it.
In the distance mountains sit upon the horizon, each one with their own unique earthly structure.
Two souls become one,
Bodies dancing in rhythm,
Embracing loves truth.
TLEofCassie 